Patheticness

Every time I get around to updating this thing I feel incredibly overwhelmed by all the things I could write about and then I feel like writing nothing at all.

Humbv.

I just picked up the Eameses' biography from where I left off a couple of years ago (maybe longer). It makes my brain weep.

More on that later.

Maybe I should just not do this anymore. Try to blog, that is. I think of it as a kind of exercise for my brain but then I do things like I just did where I mention something I want to write about but don't actually write about it. They call that laziness, they do. I'm fucking lazy.

...Which is exactly why my brain weeps when I read about Charles Eames and other idols of mine that can all at their simplest be characterized as non-fucking-lazy and un-Stephanie-ish.

Eyph.